Chapter 78

"Bang --!"

The door of the chapel was knocked open, and the Francis surrounded by the church guard could not even hide his inner excitement. His right hand holding the Holy Cross Pendant was full of sweat, and his eyes revealed faint ecstasy.

Although I don't know what happened to Karan, this little accident can't affect his good mood. He doesn't even care about the guy's life and death.

Wait another quarter of an hour, and the wizard college that desecrates the Holy Cross will be demolished by itself!

Peter and Dalton on one side were livid. Black haired wizards who wanted to take out their wands several times were pressed back by Peter, and Dalton knew what the consequences of his "extreme behavior" were.

Even if he was alone, Francis would make a mountain out of a molehill and hang the wizards and apprentices of the whole college!

From the rescue academy to the thorough search, it is obvious that the other party has planned for a long time, and it is definitely not a temporary move - it is even possible that he deliberately arranged the thugs tonight!

The old wooden door was pushed open, and the trembling corners of the fascist mouth couldn't help but evoke slightly, while Peter closed his eyes and was ready to silently accept the final result and wake up from the long dream of 30 years.

The cold moonlight penetrated into the chapel from the door, and Francis, who couldn't wait any longer, broke in first. Dalton shook his head at Peter and turned - he didn't want to see the arrogance of the other party.

"What the hell is going on?"

With a trace of anger in the surprised cry, the church guard and knight who had been guarding the door rushed in. The two wizards also looked at each other, noticed that things might change, and silently followed behind.

The chapel is a mess - broken statues of the Holy Cross, broken swords between stone cracks, cracked walls and ceilings, and broken benches everywhere.

There is no doubt that there has just been a fierce battle here, but this is not the purpose of the fascists - Karan, and what he said can go to vimpal college to fight with their sworn enemies. Where are they?!

"Loren Turin?!"

Peter and Dalton, who had just entered, immediately noticed the unconscious black haired young man surrounded by the guards and cavalry.

The black wizard went up and dragged him from the ground, gently sniffed, looked back and nodded to Peter: "he's still alive."

The old man breathed a sigh. His old and tired eyes looked at the cavalry around him: "please don't embarrass this apprentice. No matter what he did, I will bear everything!"

"No one will embarrass him." the knight whispered, and the people next to him nodded silently.

Just looking at the injury, we can see what kind of fight Loren has just experienced - whether he wins or loses, it is worth them to pay the young man the least respect.

Dalton lifted his black robe, put his wand on his temple and whispered. Lauren's closed eyes suddenly opened.

"Ah --!!!"

The consciousness that almost fell into a coma was like being severely given a cardiotonic and regained control of the body. It was just his dry energy and weak limbs that made it a little difficult for him to see who was in front of him.

"Tutor and... Dean Peter?" the tired Lorraine withdrew a very reluctant smile: "well... Good evening."

"Why are you here?" Dalton asked in a deep voice. "You should be in the hall of the main castle now!"

Are you questioning yourself? No... the blurred vision swept around. After vaguely seeing fascism, Loren determined what the situation was.

He is reminding himself not to say anything wrong.

"I, I heard something outside the gate, so I wanted to help." even if I had a splitting headache, Loren was trying to organize the language: "as a result, on the way to the city gate, I ran into an unknown wizard."

"I followed this man all the way. I thought he was going to sneak into the hall of the main castle, but he came towards the chapel, so I sneaked in and..."

"Then, then what!" Francis suddenly opened his mouth and stared at Lauren who couldn't even stand up: "say, what's going on

"However, then..." Laurent, who was "startled" by fascism, showed a frightened expression on his face: "he found me. I entangled with him for a period of time..."

"And then!"

"That man, he, he..." Lauren seemed to have been greatly shocked, and his eyes trembled with fear: "he has become a vampire!"

"What?!" the fascist, who was just about to eat people, was stunned immediately.

In the following time, with trembling voice and frightened expression, Loren described the "real scene" of the whole battle - how he was knocked down by Karan who became a vampire again and again, and how he restrained him from leaving the church.

The appearance of tears, with a gripping tremor and scars on his body as evidence, almost everyone present believed his nonsense.

In addition to Dalton with a black face, there is Dean Peter standing next to him listening quietly.

At last, Lauren, who was knocked to the ground, looked at Karan's ferocious smile, raised his sharp claws and walked towards him gracefully, licking the blood on it.

He was desperate. Exhausted, he fell to the ground, and his right hand clenched the handle of the sword was just a dying struggle. No matter what you do, you can't turn the situation around.

The scarred body was thrown to the sculpture of the Holy Cross like a broken sack. Coughing up blood, he looked at the fragmented sculpture of the Holy Cross behind him. Did he not even have the object of prayer before he died?

No, it's not true!

The cruel Karan didn't come forward immediately. He immediately understood the vampire's trick - he wanted to torture himself before he died!

Frustrated, he began to make a pilgrimage to the cross to pray. Just when he gave up completely and the sneering vampire came to him

The light appears!

The dazzling light lit up the dark church, the hideous monster screamed more than once, and the hypocritical and dirty body was gradually purified. Bathed in the light, he seemed to see a sacred figure

"No --!!!"

Francis rudely interrupted Loren's words, glanced at those still unfinished followers, went forward, grabbed Loren's collar, and stared at the face.

"You must have missed something. Think clearly before you speak!"

"I, I really cough... All said cough... Cough..." Loren's voice gradually blurred.

"Even if what you said is true, where are Karan's bones?" Francis immediately grasped the key point: "the light can't even purify the bones?!"

Shaking the fascists desperately, before he could get the answer he wanted, Loren fainted first, with his head on his side like a deep sleep and a smile on his mouth.

"Lord Francis, I believe he has explained clearly enough. Moreover, his injury is very serious. If he is not treated in time, his life will be in danger."

Dalton Kande's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he looked at fascism without fear.

"Now, please let go of my apprentice --!"

After a moment of hesitation, the fascist rationally gave up the idea of taking Loren away - he had lost the most important card threatening vimpal college, and he couldn't turn his face immediately.

What's more, the name of sending troops tonight is to eliminate the mob. If you rashly order the arrest of Loren, it's hard to say whether the cavalry of these churches will obey the order.

So after slightly refusing Peter's hospitality, Francis left the dilapidated church surrounded by his followers.

"It's really... A critical moment." Peter sighed with emotion and looked at Lauren who was still in a coma: "I never imagined that this thing would end in this form."

"It also proves that he has been pretending to be stupid," Dalton snorted coldly.

"In fact, you are very proud at the bottom of your heart, aren't you?" the old man suddenly smiled, as if he remembered something. "By the way, what did you just call him yours?"

"... I don't want to talk about this."